Sarah**The music played on, a distant murmur now, as I stood there, trapped between Sam’s steady presence and the ghost of Max. The tension in the air was thick, a storm brewing on the horizon, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me, suffocating.Sam’s hand remained firm on my waist, but there was something unreadable in his eyes, a flicker of something I hadn’t seen before—concern, yes, but maybe something darker. His protective instincts were sharp, but I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he wasn’t entirely sure what he was up against. Neither of us was, really.“Are you sure you’re alright?” Sam asked, his voice quieter now, almost tentative.I forced a smile, trying to reassure him, but it felt like a mask that was about to crack. “I’m fine. Just... surprised.”“You don’t look fine,” he said, his voice low and filled with a trace of worry. “I don’t like how he looks at you.”I swallowed, the memory of Max’s gaze still lingering on my skin like a searing brand
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